Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.